So. Right. There isn't going to be a funeral. Or a memorial service. Or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I mean, really-what's the point? We're not burying anything, and I can do without a town full of people looking somber and pretending they like me for a day so they can eat all my food and drink all my booze. Besides, she'll
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You might just as well have.
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Spare me. Your brother beat you to it. Neither of you did very well in Logic 101, did you?
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